One thing after another, and as if things weren't already annoying to begin with, here was the darkness, cloying and stagnant, invading the senses and suffocating. Lara wasn't one to get involved in other peoples' problems, but this was her problem, too. How could she explore as she wished, if this continued? Furthermore, who knew what could happen if this continued? It truly seemed one's work was never finished.

"You're welcome, Goliath," Lara told the gargoyle. "Maybe we'll meet again." Although stoic and uptight, Goliath didn't strike her as the bad sort, not in the least. She wouldn't mind speaking to him again, she decided.